Having vinny as his sub was a pleasant surprise for Evans. The man was a natural. He was also very nervous about his new role, and that added a little spice to Evans' feelings about him. That first night after vinny's submission, Evans took vinny to dinner at a place where the DOM/sub community hung out. These guys knew about THAT aspect of Evans' life, but not about his career in espionage. When Evans walked in with vinny, some eyebrows were raised: vinny was far from the type that they had seen Evans with in the past: he had always gone way more for guys who looked and carried themselves like Ned. No one quite knew what was going on, but if they had been able to get inside Evans' head, they would have found a very intricate plan for recapturing Ned. Vinny didn't know that. He was still recovering from the shock of submitting and trying to remember to call Evans "Sir." To "help" vinny to remember, Evans had pushed a small butt plug up vinny's butt before he had him dress for dinner. The plug could be activated by a switch that Evans held. Every time vinny forgot the title, Evans would administer a shock to him. The first time he did, vinny jumped and made a yelp that attracted the attention of some of the guys in the room. "Gonna have to keep quiet, vinny. Otherwise, the next one is gonna be higher. Understand?" Evans looked into vinny's eyes, smiling. His hand was on vinny's crotch. He had also caged vinny before they left.
"Yes, Sir. I understand," vinny answered in a defeated tone. "I'll have to have you wear pink more often, vinny. It makes you look so fucking hot, I just wanna throw you on the table and fuck you right now." However defeated he felt, the idea that he'd have Evans cock up his ass got vinny excited. His own cock banged against the cage as he whispered, "Thank you, Sir." That night, after they got back to the house, Evans put vinny on his belly, tied his wrists to the headboard of the bed, and pulled his hips up. Then he plunged his hard dick into vinny's ass and took him hard. Vinny heard the purr, then the growls that Evans made as he pushed deeper. "Bitch boy," he whispered to vinny. "Who's my sub?"
"I am, Sir," vinny answered before moaning. He didn't think Evans could get any harder or push any deeper, but he did. "Damn right you are. I captured you twice. There's not gonna be a third time, vinny, because now, you're broken. You're mine." Evans began to withdraw from vinny's ass as slowly as he could, before he rammed his cock back in, hard. He repeated the motion. "Lots ahead of you this week, vinny. And I'm gonna make sure you know you belong to me. I was the first man to breed you, and I'm gonna be the ONLY man who does. "He began to push and withdraw faster and faster. When vinny began to moan, Evans covered his mouth with his hand. "Gags. Got to remember. You have a sexy, soft mouth, vinny, but gags make you look even hotter. OH, SHIT Just thinking of gagging you. MMMMMMMM" Vinny felt more of Evans weight on top of him as the cum gushed into his ass. He hated it, but he missed it. When Evans was done, and he bundled vinny up in his arms for sleeping, vinny pushed back as much as he could, and then when he tried to pull away, Evans pulled him right back in. "You're not going ANYWHERE vinny. When you're in this bed, you do what I tell you to do. And you have one position: underneath me."
"Yes, Sir," vinny answered, feeling his dick bang up against his cock again before he heard the gentle snoring that he knew meant Evans was asleep. And in his sleep, Evans continued to plan out the recapture of Ned Hemmings.
Ned didn't know about Vin's recapture. The specialists who had "oriented" them after their escape felt that it would be better if, at least in the short term, they were separated and didn't interact. Their interviews showed that the men were reacting to their capture and escape differently, and they had to be treated differently. When Vin had gone "off the grid," they weren't sure if he had gone back to Evans voluntarily or if Evans had kidnapped him again.
There wasn't any chance of Ned going back to Evans willingly. He had had the reputation of being a "stud" before his ordeal, and the combination of trying to rebuild that reputation, plus remembering just how close he had come to submitting, were on his mind, constantly. "No one's going to get me that easily again," he grunted as he pressed weights, went to legs day, and took self defense classes. He kept his guard up. Still, at night, the thoughts of being shaved, of being fucked, of being jerked off against his will, filled his mind and sometimes he woke up in a pool of his own jizz. He wished he could stop thinking "when I was locked up that couldn't happen," when it did.
Ned was running errands one day when he thought he saw Evans across the street. He was SURE it was Evans: the grinning face, the lanky hair and build, the glasses. He was staring at Ned and smiling, his arms folded confidently. Ned froze. As he did, a truck went by on the street and, when it was gone, so was whoever he saw. "Couldn't have been Evans, no way," he thought, as his cock acted with its own mind, and hardened.
Ned didn't think much more about what had happened for the next week. Then, something happened that freaked him out, badly. Still a dandy, he had his clothing dry-cleaned at a fancy establishment. He picked them up one day after work and put them in his closet, thinking nothing of it. When he got dressed for work the next morning, he noticed that the white shirt he put on was snugger than usual. He sucked in his gut, but it was still tight. "Must be the workouts. Got to size up," he laughed. As he took off the shirt, he saw the reason it was snugger: he took a glance at the size. That WASN'T his size. It was too small. He went and looked at the rest of what he had taken from the dry-cleaners, and realized that everything: pants and shirts, were smaller. "Never made a mistake before," he thought, before he called the establishment. The answer he got made his blood cold: "Oh, yes Mr. Hemmings. It was very strange. A gentleman came in: very polite, very kind, and left those items for you. My clerk should have given you both parcels, but she saw that one and only gave you one. Shall I have the first order delivered, Mr. Hemmings? Mr. Hemmings?" Ned had disconnected the phone: EVANS had made him wear the tight-fitting clothes. He had been right: Evans was around. He was coming after him. He knew it. Then there was a third "warning." One afternoon/evening, after finishing up at the gym, he saw a slip of white paper protruding from his locker. Ned opened the door, took the paper, and read the words "Time to come home. E." He could've sworn he heard Evans' distinct laugh, but when he turned around, there was no one there, and the front desk receptionist had been too busy to notice if anyone with Evans' description had come by.
The fourth, and final "warning" came a week later. Ned turned on his home computer, and there was a message, sent under vinny's email address. "I guess we can be in contact again," Ned thought, and opened the message. It was a photo of he and vinny, tied back-to-back, gagged, with Evans standing there. "Good times," was all that the message said. "He knows where I live," ran through Ned's mind. "I've got to get out. NOW." His co-workers remembered how Ned jumped up from his seat. Later, a co-worker would say "he high tailed it outta here like there was an emergency."
Once he got to the street, Ned began to think: if he went back home, there was a chance Evans was there, waiting for him. Ned had more confidence about a one-on-one fight with Evans, but he had no idea whether or not it WOULD be one on one. Yes, Evans took great pride in being able to subdue any opponent, and Ned knew that, but if things changed? And... he thought for a minute, pulled out his phone, and called to check on his credit card balances. What he expected: each and every card had been cancelled. Yeah, Evans was coming for him. At first, he couldn't decide what to do and then, his cockiness came out. "Let him try to take me. One on one. I'm ready." He headed over to his apartment, asking the doorman if he had seen anyone new or unusual enter the building.
"No, Mr. Hemmings. No one."
"Anyone come asking about me?" The doorman sat back and thought for a minute. "A few weeks ago, Sir, someone came by and asked if you were in. I told him no, but I'd take a message. He said he'd call."
"Do you remember what he looked like, Sam?"
"Only his black glasses, Sir. And a big smile. That's all."
"And you didn't see him today?"
"No, Sir. No one." Ned gave out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Sam." He headed to the elevator and then changed his mind, opting for the stairs. Sam picked up the phone. "He's on his way up, Mr. Evans." Evans whispered: "Thank you, Sam. The money will be in your account within ten minutes."
The energy from the walk, plus the stress, was making Ned sweat. On the walk up to his apartment, he took off his tie to get more air circulating. He put his key in the lock and noticed nothing different. He walked in, breathing a sigh of relief, just before he felt the bear hug, and heard the chilling laughter of Evans.
"FUCK! How did you get in here, Evans?" Ned struggled and fought against the arms that had immobilized him before.
"With a passkey, Hemmings. How else? Ha ha ha."
"DAMN IT." He struggled harder, but Evans' grip was strong. "You fucking bribed Sam!"
"Bribed? Not really. I paid him for services done. I told him I was your cousin, and I wanted to surprise you." Ned felt his arms yanked behind him. "And I'd say I did that."
"HELP! HELP! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH" Ned got off two screams before Evans used his free hand to cover his mouth. "Now, now, Ned. Can't you accept defeat? You knew I was coming for you. Why didn't you try to leave sooner? Of course, I would've caught you anyway." "MMMMMMMPH," Ned tried to get out a scream. Evans had a point: was Ned looking for a confrontation?
"All that training at the gym, all your workouts, everything. Didn't do you a damn bit of good did it, stud?" Evans took his hand from Ned's mouth and moved it down to his crotch, squeezing. "Now, you know I'm really only interested in this insofar as it causes you pain, studmuffin, so..." He squeezed hard and Ned winced. "You gonna calm down? At least admit to yourself I've got you?"
"FUCK, EVANS. DIDN'T YOU DO ENOUGH?"
"Oh, I don't think so, Ned." Ned felt ropes going around his wrists. "And if you think you and vinny pulled off that escape without my knowing it, you're wrong. I LOVE hunting." He paused. "And no, I didn't do enough, because you never surrendered."
"AND I NEVER WILL FUCKER." Evans laughed. "Never is a VERY long time, Ned. Oh, this is gonna be SO MUCH FUN. Even better than the last time. Now, you want a gag, or you want me to put you to sleep, or are you gonna behave as we walk out." Ned pulled against the grip Evans had on his arm. "You win. No gag. I'll walk out."
"Good boy, Hemmings. Keep your head high. Until you have to bow it to your Master." He led Hemmings out of the apartment, past Sam, and to his car. "You can ride in front, Hemmings, but you have to behave. If you don't, I'll need to put a gag on you, and of course, that means laying on the backseat."
"Yeah, I'll behave fucker."
"Fucker. A truer word was never spoken, fuckee. And look around, make sure you get the landmarks in your head all you want. You're not going to some chateau this time, Ned. You'll be out and about quite regularly. "
"You know, you won't get away with this, Evans. Vin and I gave them all the information they need to track you down and..." Evans' laughter made Ned stop.
"You gave them ALL the information. And here you are, tied up, coming back with me for lots more fun and games." He put a hand on Ned's thigh. "And this time, stud, you're gonna lose." Ned squirmed. The certainty in Evans' voice was making him more than a little bit nervous. He had a feeling that there was something important he didn't know.
Ned found out his sense was correct very soon. After about another half hour of driving, he felt Evans' hand on his arm, dragging him out of the car. His arms were beginning to feel sore from being tied behind his back, but Evans showed no sign of untying him. Instead, he plopped Ned into a chair. "Remember how I taught you to sit, Hemmings? You spread those legs just in case...I want to have some fun with that cock of yours." Ned spread his legs, but grinned. He stopped squirming. "What makes you think you're going to do any better this time than last time, Evans? You keep on talking about how you know all my weaknesses, but I know all your strategies too. I don't see anything but stalemate."
"That, Ned, is because you know less than you think you do." Evans got up and stepped behind Ned. His hands rested on Ned's shoulders, and his chin leaned up against Ned's ear, as he lowered his voice. "The first time, you and vinny were going to be subs. My slaves. Equal, but subs. You remember that you handsome stud?" A finger shoved under Ned's right armpit reminded him that Evans knew his ticklish spots.
"Well, stud, this time, you're going to be my BETA sub. You're smart, Ned. You know what that means."
"Yeah, it means you've already got one, and he's higher ranked than I am."
"EXACTLY. And you're about to meet him." Evens went to a closed door, and came back with vinny, bound the way Ned was-hands securely behind him. "Glad to see me, sub boy?" Ned's mouth dropped when he heard vinny answer "Yes sir."
"VIN. WHAT THE..." He glared at Evans. "You just get more and more evil."
"Ha, ha. Thank you, Mr. Hemmings. I'm taking that as a compliment. I'll add to it. I get more and more evil, and more and more horny." He put his hand behind vinny, right on his ass. Ned couldn't see what Evans was doing, but he heard Vin give out a breath and a short moan. "Seems that vinny couldn't really live without feeling my big evil cock in his holes. He didn't know it, but the amount of persuasion I needed to use was minimal. Right vinny?"
"Yes sir," came the answer. "Kiss your Master, vinny." Vinny leaned in and Evans pulled him back. "NO. My feet. On your knees and kiss them."
"Yes sir. Sorry Sir," vinny answered, as he complied. Ned had been struggling weakly and now he fought the ropes as hard as he could.
"VIN. DON'T DO THAT STUFF. FIGHT HIM VIN. FIGHT HIM." Evans looked at Ned "It's too late, stud. He's given up completely. And he's become quite the good bottom. I would demonstrate it to you by making you watch him suck my cock, but there's work to be done." He pulled vinny up to his feet. "Good boy. Now you remember what your task is this afternoon, don't you?"
"Yes, sir. I'll go get the wax." Evans untied his wrists and sent him to a back room. Ned remembered how Evans had used hot wax to take his chest hair the last time. He assumed that was what was about to happen. "Let's go, Ned. I think we need to get you undressed and on the working table. No trouble, Hemmings. Keep in mind: vinny may be my sub, but I'd have no trouble hurting him because of your actions. Or, for that matter, hurting you."
"I'm gonna make you PAY, fucker," Ned growled as he stripped. He knew better than to argue. He took off every item of clothing, and when Evans pointed to the table, he sighed and got on it, spread eagled. "Vinny, get in here. You shackle his ankles while I get his wrists.
"Yes, sir," came vinny's response. When he came into the room, Ned noticed the pot of wax. He saw steam coming up from it. He felt Evans' hand over his chest.
"You're in for a surprise, super stud. You expect a little wax on your chest, don't you?" Ned was confused. "Yeah, I do." "Well, here's your first surprise: vinny, you practiced. Now get to work. The pubes."
"FUCK NO. NO WAX THERE. PLEASE. PLEASE VIN" Evans laughed. "You know I like my subs totally smooth, Ned. I'll get to your chest and pits in due course, but vinny needs to prove he's obedient. And as a sop to you, I'm letting him use the paint brush, and not splash it all over. Get to work vinny."
"Yes sir," is what Ned heard, before he felt the heat of the hot wax as vinny brushed it thoroughly over his crotch area. "VIN, YOU CAN'T BE DOING THIS WILLINGLY!" Vinny looked at Ned. "I surrendered. I belong to Master Evans now. I do what he says."
"Very good, vinny," Evans said. "Let's get going with this. I haven't quite decided what's next for Mr. Hemmings, but you, vinny, deserve a good solid fucking. Have you remembered the ice?"
"Yes sir. The bucket is there."
"Good. I'll take care of this. It's a bit advanced. And I'm sure Ned would like some alone time with me." Ned sucked in his breath when the cold ice hit his skin. He closed his eyes because he feared that Evans would remove the wax as slowly as possible. He was right. He clenched his teeth and fought as hard as he could not scream, but halfway through, he did. Ned shook as Evans slowly pulled the hard wax from his pubes.
"You have any idea how HOT that made me, Ned. I'd be inside you right now if I didn't promise vinny a good solid fucking for his work." Ned began to sob a little. "Why are you doing this to us? WHY?" Evans wrung his hands. "Because Ned." He ran his hand over Ned's chest. "From the minute I saw you, I knew: you were the one. The one I wanted as my man-bitch. And vinny? Poor vinny. I'd say, lucky vinny, because if there weren't someone like me, that sexy nerd would live and die a virgin. But he's got a side you don't have. And he likes it, Ned. He TRULY LOVES getting fucked.
"THAT'S A LIE." Ned had pushed Evans too much. He picked up a roll of tape and ripped off a big strip of it, before he slapped it across Ned's mouth.
"I'll be coming back for you. Believe me, I'd love nothing more than to fuck that sweet man's ass right in front of you, but he's gonna have enough problems already, knowing his rival is back.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!!" Ned tried to scream. "Oh, I know. I know. You're NOT his rival because you don't want it. Remember, Hemmings, neither did vinny. And see what happened? "He stepped back. "VINNY!" Vinny came into the room and assumed slave position. "Yes, sir?"
"Upstairs. On the bed. No need to undress. I'll take care of that. He walked over and poked a finger through vinny's shirt.
"Are you ready for a shave, Mr. Fassio?" vinny reddened. "Probably, Sir."
"And you didn't tell me?" Vinny gulped. "No, Sir. I forgot." Evans stepped behind vinny and Ned saw him pin vinny's arms and begin nibbling his ear. "You didn't forget. You didn't tell me because you hate getting shaved, right vinny?" Vinny began to moan. "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."
"Heh heh. A bit of amnesty tonight because the prodigal bitch is back with us. But now, vinny, all this time with handsome subs has made me ragingly horny. Get into that bed.
"Yes, sir," He went off. Evans looked down at Ned. "It'll be your turn next, Hemmings. I need to get rid of that hair, get you washed, a whole lot of small stuff. But you'll be feeling my cock very soon. "He kissed Ned's lips through the tape. "Now, let me go satisfy my ALPHA sub."
Ned lay there. This new building was much smaller than the one where Evans had kept them the first time. He could hear the sounds of Evans talking to vinny, and vinny answering back. He heard the smack of lips against lips, and then vinny's moaning. He heard Evans voice rise: always a sign that he was about to fuck someone, and then he heard the long, low moan of vinny, followed by "OH MY GOD SIR." Laying there, while his skin was sensitive from the wax treatment, Ned was getting hard. Tied down, he couldn't do anything. Bucking his hips didn't help, and there was no friction. "I'm gonna have myself a good set of blue balls" he thought. He began to fall asleep, but then he felt two fingers, like a pincer, on his dick head.
"Seems that this is a bull that needs milking, huh stud?" Evans was teasing Ned's cock and after a few minutes, he had Ned in a position where he was bucking his hips as hard as he could, trying to climax, and failing as Evans pulled his hands away, or rolled Ned's balls in his hands, or did something else that kept Ned right from the edge.
"My boys need relief. And you're gonna give it to each other." He released the restraints keeping Ned pinned down. "GET UP, STUD." It was difficult. Ned was exhausted, but he got to his feet. Evans ripped the tape from his mouth. "vinny's hard too. I think we're gonna have a little yin and yang. I'm sure you remember how to suck dick, Ned. You learned so well. And even though he disappointed you, you're not gonna do anything to hurt your alpha. "Ned knew what was coming, but his ability to think was compromised by his exhaustion and his need to jerk off. "vinny, you're gonna get a blow job. From an amateur. You're gonna teach him some professional techniques though. Let's get you boys in position."
"Yes, Sir" vinny answered, and soon, his mouth was at Ned's crotch, and Ned's mouth was at his. "Get to work! I want to hear some serious slurping." Ned didn't want to, but he knew that he had no choice. As he sucked vinny, and as vinny sucked him, he never met vinny's eyes with his own. "What the hell do I do now?" He thought. He was wasting his time: Ned had already decided what he'd be doing.